London, England.
.....
The city was damp tonight. Rain had fallen earlier and the pavement still glistened as though it hadn't quite decided if it wanted to dry.
Dominic stood by the door for a moment, letting the weight of his presence speak before he even moved. He didn't need to speak. He didn't need to lift a hand. His mere stillness shifted the air.
Grigor lifted his gaze, his smirk was already in place, but his eyes betrayed him with the briefest twitch. He wasn't comfortable. Not really.
Not with Dominic watching him like that. One of Grigor's men stood beside him at the table, silent, trying not to breathe too loud.
When he invited Dominic to see him, he never really thought Dominic would show up. Not after knowing he was the person who gave him up.
Dominic's fist clenched once by his side before he let it go. He controlled his rage. As allways, he remained controlled. Then, with measured steps, he walked forward and took his seat.
